I got the idea for this poem
after I accidentally cut myself just above my belly
button and was having difficulty putting a plaster on
due to the position of the cut. The poem is light
hearted describing facets of the belly button within
a simple rhyming structure.
To The Belly Button
What a strange
little thing you are,
The left over remains of a scar.
one, from very young to very old,
Some leaving you dirty, filled with blue fluff caused
You look like
a large dimple, twisted and knotted,
When your owner has freckles you are pale and spotted.
Some say you
do nothing, like a dried up prune,
While others say internally you're essential to keep
Some like to
pierce you with a needle,
While others play with you, they twist and they
normally an innie but sometimes you poke out,
Especially during pregnancy when you sprout.
To some you
are sexual and deeply alluring,
To others you're just a dent that sits there maturing.
Why do I like
you, why is it that I'm fond,
Please tell me now, please do respond.
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